Ah, the holidays.
Blue skies, warm temperatures, long and lazy days spent by the pool with your children.
(Although of course we all know that 'lazy' isn't a term that is strictly true, if you count the supermarket shopping that for some reason seems to happen far more frequently in a foreign country, the high alert each time one of the children goes near water, the constant annointings of the kids with sun cream, the constant applications of the same with mosquito repellant, the cooking, tidying, the searching for the lost swim goggles, the searching for the lost swim shorts, and the running back to the supermarket for the extra wine you need because unaccountably you seem to have drunk the half case you bought the day before yesterday in less than 48 hours...)
But still, blue skies, family time, adventures in mysterious castles. Paradise, really.
So what, I wondered, was Boy #2's favourite part of our holiday? Would it be the pool games?
The frequent access to ice-cream? The jousting at the castle (more of which another time)?
"It was when we drove over the railway lines that crossed the road, mummy."
Excitment is a level crossing. Of course.